And now, for the main event.

These beasts could hardly be called alive. They sat in mud, punched each other for fun and she was always hearing some gun going off or some explosion happening in the camp. It was chaos incarnate, and yet, how could her sworn sister, one who had been raised by her father after the unfortunate deaths of her own parents become the leader of this savages?
She yelped slightly as the felt the sharp prong of a sword into her back.
“Walk fastah you Gorkin El-da,” One towering seven foot brute commanded from behind her.
“Huh-huh, Boss iz gonna be real 'appy wit dis,” The other, practically identical looking Ork beside him commented, “She loiks gettin' new pleythinks.”
They chuckled and grunted together, even as they were hounded, or rather Taldeer was hounded, by shouts and jeers and insults from the quickly surrounding Ork horde. She realised now that this was possibly the most foolish thing she could have done, allowed herself to be captured just to gain an audience with Makka the Mad.
No, she wasn't Makka, she was Macha, the Eldar Farseer. This thing couldn't be her, it just... couldn't. The Macha she knew was too shy, too reserved and too proper to become a debased slaughterer like this creature.
“On ur knees!” Before Taldeer could even react, she felt the powerful blow of a boot against the back of her legs and she cried out, tumbling forward onto the floor, causing much laughter from the horde that now completely surrounded her. Slowly she picked herself up, but didn't rise to her feet, deciding it was safer to remain on her hands and knees for now.

Bumping for the Waaagh

She was covered in mud and dirt, and at that moment, felt completely humiliated. She didn't know it was about to get much worse.
A familiar voice suddenly rang out, “What's all this about? Move you grots! Out of my way or I'll slice you down to size!”
The crowd parted an Taldeer looked up, again, her jaw dropping in shock.
There was Macha. She was dressed in some kind of looted farseer outfit. Metal and spiky bits stuck all over her armour, and rather than arching wings at her back, was a row of spikes each with a head stuck on. Her robes were tattered and muddy, the ancient signs replaced with crude Ork runes. She was holding a long and jagged looking wytchblade and had a slugga attached to her belt. She had no helmet on, so her ragged, crazed hair flowed down to her shoulders and her eyes bore into Taldeer.
In an instant she could tell something had happened to her, something inside her mind had... snapped, but it was strange, it was not like their Dark Eldar cousins who's madness was based upon torture, hedonistic pleasure and bloodlust, this was something different entirely. This was primitive, barbaric, a simple brutality and cunning... much like the Orks she now commanded.
“Well, well, well,” She grinned, stopping just short of Taldeer, “It looks like we have a visitor, boyz,” She laughed, and the Ork's laughed with her.
“Macha, please,” Taldeer asked softly, trying to appeal to whatever sanity was left in her bond-sister, “Let me at least stand to talk to you.”
She was answered with a boot to the mouth and she felt some teeth crack at the impact, it seemed Mecha's new boots were lined with hard steel. Blood flowered through her teeth and she fell onto her side, holding a hand to her mouth, shutting her eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain.

“You can stay on your knees, whore,” Macha commanded loudly and with a sharp growl, “I'm da biggest and da strongest here, so I get to say who does what! Geddit?!”
“Ur not da biggest,” An Ork suddenly pointed out from the crowd.
Apparently this wasn't the thing to say, and instantly the other Orks shoved him forward in front of Macha. Taldeer opened her eyes to see Macha stare up into the face of the Ork, looking not just fearless, but utterly filled with rage.
“What was that? Grot?” She spoke almost calmly, but amazingly, the Slugga Boy she was addressing seemed to almost cower at her presence, “I wuz just sayin dat I'm bigga den you.”
There was a moment of silence, than, in an instant, the Slugga Boyz legs seemed to have been divided in two, and Macha's wytchblade was now covered in green blood. The Slugga Boy went to fall over backwards, screaming in pain, but Macha's eyes flashed a terrible green and the runes on her armour glowed brightly, a terrible ethereal wind whipping up around her. The Slugga Boy landed onto his stumps, his legs falling away, blood pooling around him, the only way he was being kept up was by the raw power of Macha's mind.
Taldeer could almost feel the raw psychic energy flowing through her fellow Eldar and with their expanded spectrum of sigh, Macha was now exploding in a violent green light. It was... incredible. Her power seemed to have grown tremendously, she was almost like a Seer Council on her own, but from what source Taldeer still couldn't tell. It certainly wasn't chaotic, or from the hated Great Enemy of their race, it was as if she'd tapped into some new source, some kind of undiscovered well of power that no Eldar had ever thought of using.

She should have been like a bonfire in the warp, but amazingly, Taldeer could feel no demonic presence, as if something very powerful, more powerful than any mortal being, was protecting the mind and soul of her bond-sister.
The Orks around them had become silent, almost reverent of Macha now, some even backing away from her.
“Now you're not so big, are you?” Macha's voice rang out in every mind in the horde, “Now you're just a pathetic, weak little snotling who can't even walk. What good are you when we get stuck in, hum? You can only stay at the back, shooting at the enemy like a coward.”
“I's sorry!” The poor Ork cried out, now being forced to look up at his unusual Warboss, “You's iz da biggest and da strongest, boss!”
Macha seemed to smile slowly, “I know you're sorry, sweety,” She raised a gentle hand to the Ork's massive chin, holding him almost like a lover before she smiled more, “Boyz? Take him to the Squiggoths, chop him up and let them have a little treat. I'm feeling generous.”
“Wha? NO! BOSS!” He couldn't talk anymore as the rest of the mob grabbed him and hauled him away, chopped apart legs and all.
The wind died down and Macha turned her gaze back to her sister, “Oh yes, almost forgot about you. I take it you're here to try and convince me to not destroy everything on this stupid planet?”
“You've gone mad!” Taldeer exclaimed loudly, “Your mind and soul are lost to chaos! It's the only way you could have done this to yourself!”
“HA!” Macha laughed loudly at the statement, finding genuine amusement from it, “You think this is the work of chaos? Of Slaanesh?”
Taldeer gasped as her bond-sister spoke the name of the hated one, and yet... nothing happened. No ripple in the warp, no sign of any corruption, nothing. Macha watched with more amusement at Taldeer's completely lost expression.

“Oh, you expected big pinky to show up and take my soul?” She giggled like a schoolgirl, “So silly, Taldeer I don't fear Slaanesh anymore, my soul ain't his to have.”
“Stop saying his name!” Taldeer urged, “For my sakes at least!”
“Fine,” She pouted before crossing her arms, “Besides, I'm a servant to a much greater power now, one to which the future of this galaxy belongs. Well, I say power, I mean powers, there are two of them after all.”
“Two of them?” Taldeer frowned suddenly then, her eyes widened, “No. No. It's impossible, it can't be done.”
“Oh yes dear sister,” Macha grinned and pointed to a sign on her armour, “I am Makka the Mad! Priestess and Herald of the word of Gork and Mork!”
That was it, Taldeer was no longer under any suspicion of her bond-sister's madness. She had completely flipped, and how she had gained her power was no longer under any superstition either.
“... you've somehow tapped into the Waagh, haven't you?” Taldeer gasped suddenly, the realisation dawning on her, “That's how you've become so powerful, the more Orks in your army, the more power you can draw from them.”
“Don't sound so disappointed, dear sister,” Macha continued, striding around the muddied, dirty farseer, “It was destiny, fate, Gork and Mork have spoken to me and told me so.” She looked up into the sky and smiled, “You see, daddy dearest never wanted me on the Craftworld, so he kept sending me out on silly, pointless missions. One of those missions involved attacking a small Ork threat, but he got his way I guess and I was captured. They did... horrible things to me, sister,” Her voice darkened considerably, “They never touched me like an imperial would, but they forced me to do humiliating tasks and eventually they made me fight with them, hoping I could act as a meat shield. Well, turns out I'm more than that.”

>>12555369
You know that Orks actually bleed red (source is Chapter Approved-Second book of Astronomicon). Other than that, this is great so far.

She stopped her pacing and looking out over her massive horde, her eyes still hard and cold, “I fought so well in fact that I became respected by them, they called me a 'wyrdgurl'. It was at that point I began to... feel them, to feel their minds around mine, their anger and massed psychic potential...” she raised a hand slowly, “When we charged into battle, I could feel their Waagh, it's like... it's like a giant psychic sword being swung wildly through all their minds, but with me, well, I could control it, I could grab the sword and use it for my own.” Macha chuckled and raised her own sword, looking to it's jagged blade, “It was only a matter of leading the old Warboss into a trap he couldn't get out of, and in the chaos of a leaderless horde, I took command.”
She grinned and looked back to her bond-sister, “It's incredible. Like an unopened infinity circuit of power and the greatest thing? It's completely untouchable by Chaos! Not even the Great Enemy can reach my soul now I've become one with the Waagh!”
“But, what of your soul? How can you do this to yourself?” Taldeer asked quietly, amazing by the terrible fall of her fellow farseer.
Macha only shook her head, “You don't understand, Taldeer, these Orks, they're... just like us, but better, stronger, more resilient. No they don't have the pomp and pretentiousness of our race, but they are what we should be.” She looked back over to her army, “They will survive after all else is dead, they will never stop fighting and I know my destiny now, why I've yet to feel the touch of a man.”
She raised her arms slowly, looking up, “I am to bare the child of the greatest Ork, Ghazghkull, the prophet himself!”

And that's all I'm afraid.

Sorry if I make any inconsistances and I know the whole 'tapping into the WAAAGH' thing is a leap, but hell, it's a fic, ammrite?

Anyway, if encouraged I'll write more on Makka the Mad's awesomeness, maybe a fight with Callidus?

Either way, tell me what you think guys and thanks for reading!

>>12555385
>“I am to bare the child of the greatest Ork, Ghazghkull, the prophet himself!
Now that's just lining herself up for dissapointment...Orks release spores that grow into new orks after all....

>>12555385
>She raised her arms slowly, looking up, “I am to bare the child of the greatest Ork, Ghazghkull, the prophet himself!”

Makka the Mad is going to be SO disappointed.

>>12555408
>>12555409
Spore-mind?

>>12555408
>>12555409
>>12555414

Exactly my point, dear readers, EXACTLY my point.

Even when being awesome, the Ever Virgin will remain the Ever Virgin.

If anyone wants I'll also post up some of my other /tg/ writing, like the one about the Nurgle Tau.

>>12555400
This seems to be WH40K. If so, you made me interested in something WH40K related. Please, write more. I did not believe this could have happened.

>>12555440
Well, like I said, I have another idea in mind with her fighting a crazy anti-psycher assassin.
Another is where she tries to (and fails terribly) to seduce Ghazghkull.
That and another general battle against her father and/or older cultist-chan.

>>12555459
d.) all of the above

This is great. I don't even know what an Eldar is, but this is great.

Someone should probably archive this, or stick it on 1d4chan...or both....

>>12555459
when she discovers that orks reproduce by spores, you should have gork and mork trollface her

>>12555459

MOAAAAAAAAAR!!

Oh god.

Don't forget about the fundamental nature of the waaagh.

If it's believed, then it's true. Red ones really DO go faster. Useless guns can work.

The ever-virgin can become with child.

Gentlemen, we're here for the Orkish virgin birth.

ORKKY JESUS.

>>12555654
HOOOOLLLYYYYY SHIT!

>>12555654
My God...

>Orkky Jesus

>>12555654
By Gork.

>>12555654
the ork that will ork the orkiest ork WAAAGH in 40,000 years

>>12555741
>By Mork

Fix'd dat fer ya, ya soddin git.

>>12555654

Excellent tale, OP, had a good read.

>remexplo touch

Ohh, I'll touch your remexplo all right, Captcha. ;)

This was bad the first time.

And you should feel bad reposting it.

BUMP FOR MORE AND ORKY JESUS!!!

>Ork Jesus

That is quite possibly the best thing to ever come out of 40k.

Bumping to spread the news of Our Green Savior.